I want to just excruciate
Like a pot of people stew
Be something so disgusting
That what I do is new.
I want a yacht in southern seas
Just loaded to the gills
With shackles and cuffs and other stuff
And treasure maps to fill.
But what about the cannibal?
No friends and so lonely
And pirates died out years ago
All hung from poor palm trees.
Maybe it's not for wondering
How strange can one man be
Frankenstein and Superman
Always seemed to have bad dreams.
So why do we want what's different?
What's great and fresh and cool
When everything for happiness
Is in our own backyards
Mine plays in a kiddy pool.
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